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And I heard
As it were
The noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying
'Come and see'
And I saw
And behold
A white horse

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names
An' he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
For you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets
Hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum
Voices callin'
Voices cryin'
Some are born
An' some are dyin'
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

'Til Armageddon
No Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise men will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown
When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust
Let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous
Let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy
Let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long down
When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets
Hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum
Voices callin'
Voices cryin'
Some are born
An' some are dyin'
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundredweight and penny pound
When the man comes around

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold
A pale horse
And his name
That sat on him
Was Death
And Hell follwed with him

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